Wednesday, 4 April 2012



LEAVES...... 


This is how it is always going to be. The late summer sun shall set , the shallow winds shall blow, seconds will always lead into minutes, minutes into hours.....A life is as fragile as a leaf. Time passes and the young leaf ages ... eventually.... it falls. Withered and wrinkled, it slowly wafts down toward the end of the road. Will it be remembered?, will its hard work, struggles, victories, losses be recognized? will they not be in vain?





Yet who will think of such things until this time has come to pass, until all has already been lost.... taken..... sacrificed. In the end the world goes on,.... every sunset will lead into a new sunrise....